We had a very productive morning. I woke up too late for my walk, so while I wasn't exactly off to a great start, there is nothing like dusting off the old printing press to set me right.
Like every sweatshop, this one relies heavily on the labor of underpaid children (it's not as bad as all that, she gets to come to work in her pajamas). Luckily our tiny press doesn't require too much muscle.
Have you always had a press? Man, so jealous. I mean, not that I'd actually use it, but still. Your own printing press!
Posted by: Rebecca H. | December 12, 2007 at 09:11 PM
Mr. Pear got it for my birthday one year. I think maybe just after we got married? I wish I had more time to play with it.
Posted by: triple P | December 12, 2007 at 10:17 PM